“A beautiful dance, a new breath shedding layers of myself to unearth the truth within.”

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I am trying to find a way through this dark forest.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

My insecurities gave you too much power over me/ you were the catalyst to my healing/ but you are not the healer/ I am.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

Be your love and watch the world change.

And she rose exactly when she was ready to spread her wild wings and release the fire hidden deep in her soul.

I feel beautiful. I feel strong, and I feel confident in who I am.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

Always remember, you are beautiful.

Nothing is more beautiful than a smile that has struggled through tears.

Sometimes we’re gonna have our bad days, but we must continue to work to be great. Keep smiling. It looks beautiful on you!!

My mother always called me an ugly weed, so I never was aware of anything until I was older. Plain girls should have someone telling them they are beautiful. Sometimes this works miracles.

The greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, and the most beautiful poetry are born from the womb of silence.

No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.